Humiliation, Taxes, & My Humorist Mentor Tracy Beckerman

1.) I am trying to turn over a new leaf in my financial management. I’ve had a series of humiliating experiences lately that feel like God’s way of slapping me across the face to get my shit together. Unpleasant, but motivating.

2.) I’ve written about one of those humiliating experiencesIn The Powder Room today. I’d love for you to read it and maybe give me some tips on how I can avoid this situation next year.

I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that I absolutely ADORE Tracy and her book rocked my socks off. It is rare that I can say that I wasn’t able to put a book down (because honestly, between managing all my body hair and attending so many twelve step meetings, who has the time?), but that’s how I felt about Lost in Suburbia and I was even compelled to write an Amazon review for it, which is one of those extra steps I hardly ever manage to pull off. But read this book and you’ll see why I consider Tracy one of my mentors and want to be a humorist just like her when/if I ever grow up.

I love that the photo of Tracy is her standing against a window with her dog pushed up against the wall, and her standing in front of him/her. This photo is hysterical to me.

The dog is like “What the f@&$? I know you’re taking a picture by this sweet window, but I’m not moving because the heat vent is right here and I like heat blowing directly onto my balls. Deal.”

**Note: I hope for everyone’s sake that her dog doesn’t have balls. This is for a variety of reasons, one of which being that they’re balls, and balls are gross…especially hot, furry ones that have heat blasting directly onto them.